Creative Work

Strayed bits

Parts of me silently drift to the floor, and lay there. A pubic hair by the bathmat, a toenail clipped and missed the trashcan, unseen flakes of skin that might …

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Lured, She wound the delicate silver chain round and round and round her belly. Unbreakable, fluid armour pretending to be embellishment. Its cool touch numbs like a cast spell, unnoticed. Worn so …

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